Quotes
Quotes about Talk
Good talkers are only found in Paris.
And not to serve for a table-talk.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Let ignorance talk as it will, learning has its value.
The talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.
Whose talk is of bullocks.
Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us?
I'm summoned by the fields and hills, The shady maples in the garden, The bank of the deserted burn, The liberties the country offers. Give me your hand. I will return At the beginning of October: We'll drink together once again, And o'er our cups of friendly candor Discuss a dozen gentlemen-- We'll talk of fools and wicked gentry, And those with flunkey's souls from birth, And sometimes of the Tsar of Heaven, And sometimes of the one on earth.
Talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.
And yet he was supposed to start thinking of death. It was the leaving of things unfinished that was so intolerable. It was all very well for Jesus Christ, not himself a writer though no mean orator, to talk about not thinking of the morrow. If youâd started a long poem you had to think of the bloody morrow.
..the people of Tudor England, like the modern Irish, were great talkers. One imagines their speech as rapid, bubbling, both earthily exact and carelessly malapropistic. It was perhaps a McLuhanesque medium, itself its own message and it exhibited the essential function of language - to maintain social contact in the dark.... Speech, when you come to think of it, is not a very exact medium: it is full of stumblings and apologies for not finding the right word; it has to be helped out with animal grunts and the gestures which, one is convinced, represent man's primal mode of communication. Take speech as a flickering auditory candle, and the mere act of maintaining its light becomes enough. Tales, gossip, riddles, word-play pass the time in the dark, and out of these - not out of the need to recount facts or state a case - springs literature.
The novelist admits that he wants to give pleasure, while the poet and epic dramatists talk more about spiritual exaltation
Oh, you are too young to talk of the smell of graves
Do not start talking of dragon-slayers - for out of dragon's blood are formed new dragons. Let them sleep, all of them
I talk of an ultimate reality. And through the glimmering of it I have given you, a soul may speak to a soul
The shadow of famine stalks the world and we are caught in its clutches
We can talk to the past as we can talk to the future - the time that is dead and the time that has not yet been born
Theoretically a lofty love is conceivable; practically it is an ignoble and degrading thing, which it is equally disgusting to talk about and to remember. It is not in vain that nature has made ceremonies, but people pretend that the ignoble and the shameful is beautiful and lofty.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Money DOES talkâit says goodbye.
Money DOES talkâit says goodbye.
No one would talk much in society if he knew how often he misunderstands others.
The louder he talks of honour, the faster we count our spoons.
If people listened to themselves more often, they would talk less.
There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they life about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to other animals as well as humans, it is all a sham.
